She needed to come with an instructional manual. And one not written in Spanish.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You’re in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

He needed a stiff drink. With a side of straightjacket.

He bit back a weary sigh and tried to remember strangling her would solve squat.

Considering she’d just blown his gray matter into the ether, he was screwed.

Urges. Mercy, the urges.

Her sudden grin depleted some of his brain cells. She was evil like that.

That dress was designed to be a kill switch for rational thought.

... you might have been born to work the land. But according to the fate you’ve made for yourself, you were meant to save it.

We don't really know anything. Those who accept this are more likely to learn something.

If the world were a logical place, men would ride side saddle.

The States acceded to the Union.

To will the impossible is usually a sin of indolence.

"Don't talk about enlightenment," Buddha would say. He was saying don't talk about the nagual. He'd talk about how to get to it.

I need to learn how to start saying no. Like when someone says ‘please stop choking me.’

When they say that I am too old to make a thing, I try to make it immediately.

Committing great work does not necessarily feed you.

Question: How do you know you're God? Answer: Simple. When I pray to him, I find I'm talking to myself.